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Mm rvm^RABHYLD £ ^»ii --• caorM CHAPTER V.--Continued. 'When they were ail on with their me&ger belongings/he called again to theman in the wagon, "Brother Keaton, my father treat across, did he . v.,".." Several of the men on shore an­ swered him. "Yes" -- "Old, white-whiskered <leath'8*bead went %ver the river"--- ""Over here"--"A sassy old codger he was"--"He got his needlngs, too"--- •"Got his needing#--" They cast off the line and the oars began to dip. Hie confusion of landing and the preparations for all immediate start •drove for the time all othcr thoughts from his mind. It bad been deter­ mined to get the little band at once •out of the marshy spot where # the camphadbeen made. The teams were soon hitched, the wagons loaded, and the train ready to move. He sur­ veyed it, a hundred poor wagons, many of them without cover, loaded to the full with such nondescript belongings as a housOrdirelling people, suddenly put out otipliii open road, would hur­ riedly snaibh-'as they fled. And the people made his heart ache, even to thOdeadening of his own sorrow, as Tie. noted their wobegoneness. , For these were the Blck, the. infirm, the poor, the inefficient/who had been un­ able for one reason or another to mi­ grate with the main body of the Saints earlier in the season. Many of them were now racked by fever from sleep­ ing on the damp ground. These bade fair not to outlast some of the lum­ bering carts that threatened at every rough spot to jolt apart. , Yet the Hnfe bravely formed" to the order to Seth Wright as captain, and the march began. LoolWng back, he saw peaceful Nauvoo," Its tftflfft and gardens, softened by the emdy sky and the autumn haze, cludfttering un­ der the shelter of their temple spire-- their temple and their houses, of which they were now despoiled by. a mob's fury. Ahead he saw the road to the west, a hard road, as he knew-- one he could not hope they should cross without leaving more graves by the way; but Zion was at the end. "Only a short march to-day, broth­ ers, Our camp is at Sugar Creek, nine miles--so take your time this Drat day." / Near the head of the train were his own two wagons, mid beside the first -walked Seth Wright and Keaton, in low, earnest converse. As he came MP to them the bishop spoke. "I got Wes' apd Alec Gregg to drive <awhile so we could stretch onr legs." But then came a quick qhange of tone, aaithey halted by the road. "Joel, there's no use beatin' about the bush--them devils at the ferry Jest now drowned your pa." He went cold all over. Keaton, looking sympathetic but frightened, spoke next. "You ought to thank me, Brother Hae, for not telling you on the other side, when you asked me. I know bet­ ter. Because, why? Because I knew you'd fly off the handle and get your­ self killed, and then your ma'd be left all alone, that's why, now--and prob'ly they'd 'a' wound up by dumping the whole passle of us bag and baggage into the stream. And it wa'n't any use, your father beln' dead and gone." The Bishop took up the burden, slapping him cordially on the back. "Come, come--hearten up, now! Tour pa's been made a martyr--he's beautified his inheritance in Zlon-- whlnin' won't do no good." He drew himself up with a shrug, as if. to throw off an invisible burden, and answered, calmly: i; "I'm not whining, Bishop. Fterhaps you were right not to teH toe over there, Keaton. I'd have made trouble lor you all." He smiled painfully In $#» effort to control himself. he could Sit and take one of the pale, thin hands between his own and try to endow her with some of his abun­ dant life. He stayed by her until their camping place was reached. Once for a moment she opened her eyes with what seemed to him a more than normal clearness and understand­ ing and memory in'them. Though she looked at him long without speaking, she seemed to say all there was to say, so that the brief span was full of anguish for him. He sighed with re­ lief when the consciousness faded again from her look, and she fell to babbling ouce more of some long gone day in her girlhood. When the wagon halted he was called outside by the driver, who wished instructions regarding the camp to be made. A few moments later he was back, and raised the side of the wagon cover to let in the light. The look on her face alarmed him. It seemed to tell unmistakably that the gr6at change was near. Already she looked moribund. An irregular gasping for breath, an occasional de­ lirious mutter, were the only signs of life. She was too weak to show restlessness. Her pinched and faded V : CHAPTER VI. TM Lutoojt the Holy Ghost lOFuf- ther Chastened. ",r"!i" In a craze of rage and grief he turned toward the river, .when he lieard the sharp voice of the Bishop calling him back. • , "|t ain't any use, Joel." Wouldn't we find his body V' 4 - "Not a chance in a thousand. lt was carried down by the current. It would - mean days and mebbe weeks. •Resides, we need you here. Here's your duty. Sakes alive! If we only had about 20 minutes with them' cuss­ es like it 'was In the old days! When you're ready to be a Son of Dan you'll .know what I mean. But never mind, well see tile; day yets when Israel will fee the head and not the tall." , "My mother? Has any one told w *• i'V "Wal, now, rm Vight sorry about that, but it got out before you come over. Tarlton McKenny's boy, Nephi, rowed over in a skiff and brought the news, and some of the women went and tattled it to your ma. I guess it upset her considerable. You go op and see her." He ran forward toward the head of the train, hearing as he went words of sympathy hurried to him by those ;be passed. Mounting the wagon, he j«limhw^jver the seat to where his mother lily. >She seemed to sleep in •pite Of the jolting. The driver called £back to hftn: J "She took on terrible for a spell, 1 Irother Rae. She's only Jest now got self pacified." He put his hand on her forehead found it burning. She stirred S&oaned and muttered disjointed father's he knew she was delirious He easOd her bsd as well as he a place fof himself beside^er"4#®^!®^* • I ij t.. tie last office ha e prayer said, a e black dirt thrown In, they by hfcp in sympathy. His feel- s, thatei ttftey had done a nw>% strops thing; that the mother he known was somewhere alive and He stood a moment so, watch|iipl4ii$ sun sink below the far rim of the prairie while the white moon filing into sight in the east Then the Bish­ op led him gently by the arm -to his own camp. - There cheer abounded. They had a huge camp fire tended by the Bishop's numerous children. Near by was a smaller fire over which the good man's four wives, able-bodied, glow­ ing and cordial, cooked the Supper. In little ways they#Oai;ht to lighten his sorrow or to pat his mind away frqfn it. I# talked long with the Bishop when the women had climbed into their wagon for the night. He amaaed that good man by asking him if the Lord would not be pleased to have them, now, as they were, go back to Nauvoo and descend upon the Gentiles to smite them. The Bishop counselled him to have patience. 'What could we do now with these and looked about. No one Here and there a* fire ! biased, and the embers, of many more could be seen dying out In the dis- ce. The > nearest camp was that | the fever-stricken man who had on to the boat that morning with IS child in his arms. They could see his shaven head in the firelight, and a woman hovering over him as he lay on tho ground with a tattered quilt fixed over him in ,t!eu of a tent. Prom another, group oame the strains of an accordion and the chorus of a hymn. "That's right," said the Bishop. "I knew you'd come to it I saw that long ago. Brother Brigham saw it, too. We knew you could be relied on. You want the oath, do you?" "Yes, yes, Brother Seth. I was toady for It this morning when they told me about father." "Hold up your right hand and re­ peat after me: "'In the name of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, I do covenant and agree to support the first Presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, in all things right or wrong; I will faithfully guard them and re­ port to them the Rets of all men as A UNIQUE PHOTOGRAPH PARTY. fgw old fusees and cheap arms that far as in my power lies; I will assist we managed to smuggle across--to in executing all the decrees of the say nothing of half of us being down sick?" • - "" "But we are Israel, and surely Is­ raeli God--" "The Lord had his chance the other day if he'd wanted it, when they took the town. No, Joel, he means us to gether out and become strong enough to beat 'em in our own might. But you wait; our drfy wtl come, and all the more credit to as then for doin* it ourselves. Then we'll consecrate the herds and flocks of the Gentile and his store and basket, his gold and silver, and his myrrh and frankin­ cense. But for the present--well, we got to be politic and kind of modest *Let the Wrtrtft «f Qfrd Abide U;on tm." face was covered with tiny cold beads. The pupils of her eyes were strangely dilated, and the eyes themselves were glazed. There was no pulse at her wrist, and from her heart only the faintest beating could be heard. In quick terror he called to a boy work» Ipg at a wagon near by. "Go for Bishop Wright and tell him to bring that apothecary With him." The two came up briskly a few mo- ^fments later, and he stood aside for them in an agony of suspense. The Bishop turned toward him $fter a long look Into the wagon. »" "She's gone to be with your pa, Joel. You can't do anything--only remem­ ber they're both happy now for bein' together." It made little stir in the busy en­ campment. There had been other deaths while they lay out on the marshy river fiats. Others of the sorry band were now sick unto death, and many more would die on the long march across the Iowa prairie, drop­ ping out one by one of fever, starva­ tion, exposure. He stood helpless in this chaos of woe, shut up within him­ self, knowing not where to turn. Some women came presently from the other wagon to prepare the body for burial. He watched them dumbly, from a maze of incredulity, feeling that some wretched pretense was be­ ing acted before him. The Bishop and Keaton came op. They brought with them the make­ shift coffin. They had cujt a log, split it, and stripped off its bark in two half-cylindere. They led him to the other side of the wagon, out of sight. Then they placed the strips erf bark around the body, bound them with hickory withes, and over the rough surface the women made a little show of black cloth. For the burial they could do no <siare than consign the body to one of the waves in the great billowy land sea about them. They had no tomb­ stone, nor were there even rocks to make a simple cairn. He saw them bury her, and thought there was little to choose between hers and the grave of his father, whope body was being now carried noiselessly down In the bed of the river. The general locality would be kept by landmarks, by the eentoaees. He heard his name, his sister's, and his own,* and/ >*6*ring of valley bends, headlands, or fork and angles of constant But jj*. spot JtfBjir ^ould few weeks be* lost cv -y-t J , .A a*. * .. .... ./». about such doin's. The big Fan, the SOBS of Dan, done good work in Mis­ souri and better in Nauvoo, and it'll do still bettor where we're goln'. But we must be patient. Only next time we'll get to work quicker. If the Gentiles had been seen to quicker in Nauvoo, Joseph would be with us now. We learned our lesson there. Now the Lord has unfurled a Standard of Zion for the gathering of Israel, and this time we'll fix the Gentiles early." "Amen! Brother Seth." A look of deep hatred had clouded the older man's face as he spoke. He continued: , "Let the wrath of God abide upon 'em, and remember that we'e bein' tried and proved for a purpose. And we got to be more practical. You been too theoretical yourself and too high-flyln' in your notions. The king­ dom ain't to be set up on earth by faith alone. The Lord has got to have works, like I told you about the other day." / "You were right, Bishop, I need to be more practical. The olive branch and not the sword would Ephraim extend to Japheth, but if--" "If Japheth dodv£ toe the mark the Lord's will must ' be worked upon him!" "So be It, Brother Seth! I am ready now to be a Son of Dan." The Bishop rose from in front of first President, Patriarch, or Presi­ dent of the Twelve, and I will cause all who speak evil of the Presidency or Heads of the Church to die the death of dissenters or apostates, un­ less they speedily confess and repent, for pestilence, persecution, and death shall follow the enemies of Zion. I will be a swift herald ofQsaivation and messenger of peace to the Saints, and I will never make known the secret purposes of this Society called the Sons of Dan, my life being the for­ feiture in a fire of burning tar and brimstone. So help me God and keep me steadfast.'" He repeated the words without hesi­ tation, with fervor in his voice, and the light of a holy and implacable seal in his face. "Now I'll give you the blessing, too. Wait till I get my bottle of oil." He stepped to the nearest wagon, felt under the cover and came back with a small bottle in his hand. "Stand jest here--so--now!" They stood at the edge of the wav­ ering firelight, and he put his hand on the other's head. "'In the name of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, and by the authority of; the Holy Priesthood, the first Presi­ dent, Patriarch, and High Priest of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter- day Saints, representing the first, second and third Gods in Heaven, the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, I do now anoint you with holy consecrated oil, and by the imposition of my hands do ordain and set you apart for the holy calling .whereunto you are called; that you may consecrate the riches of the Gentiles to the House of Israel, bring swift destruction upon apostate sin­ ners, and execute the decrees of Heaven without fear of what man can do with you. So mote it be. Amen.' "There, boy, If I ain't mistaken, that's the best work for Zlon that I done for some time. Now be off to your rest!" "Good night, Bishop, and thank you for being kind to me! The Church Poet called me the Lute, of the Holy Ghost, but I feel to-night that I must be another Lion of the Lord. Good night!" CHAPTER VII. lone trtner Mysteries Are Expetrndfed. The hosts of Israel had been forced to tarry for the winter on the banks of The Missouri. A few were on the east side at Council Bluffs on the land of the Pottawattamie Indians. Across the river on the land of the Omahas the greater part of the force had set­ tled at what was known as Winter Quarters. Here in huts of logs, turf, and other primitive materials, their town had been laid out with streets and byways, a large council-house, a mill, a stockade, and blockhouses. The Indians had received them with great friendliness, feeling with them a com­ mon cause of grievance, since the heavy hand of the Gentile had pushed them also to this bleak frontier. To thts settlement early in Novem­ ber came the last train from Nauvoo, its members wearied and wasted by the long march, but staunch in their faith and with hope undimmed. It was told in after years how there had leaped from the van of this train a very earnest young man,, who had at once sought an audience with Brigham Young and certain^ other members of the Twelve who gad chanced to be present at the train's arrival; and bow, being clo&eted with these, he had eagerly inquired if it might not be the will of the Lord that they should go no farther Into the wilder­ ness, but stand their ground and give battle to the Gentiles forthwith. He made, the proposal as one who had a flawless faith that the God of Battlea would be with them, and he appeared to believe that something might he done that very day to force the mat­ ter to an issue. When he had made his proposal, he waited in a modest attitude to hear their views of it. To his chagrin, all but twi -»f those who had listened laughed. One of these two, Bishop Snow--a man of holy aspect whom the Church Poet felicltiously entitled the Entablature of Truth--had looked at him search- ingly, then put his hand upon his own head and shaken it hopelessly to th? others. V-- (TO BE CONTINUED.) A J Two Girls Gave a Novel and Original Entertainment with Pictures. Two girls who are enthusiastic ama­ teurs in the use of the kodak gave a delightful and original party last year, says a writer in The Housekeep­ er. The invitations sent out were kodak pictures of the two entertain­ ers in different poses, but in each in­ stance a newspaper, book, fan or um­ brella concealed the faces. The in>> vitationB ran: "These headless ladies at home, January 12, 8 o'clock." Not a little guessing/md comparing notes was necessary among those in­ vited to decide with certainty upon the identity of the would-be hostesses. The guests were received in a pret­ ty room, half studio, half sitting room, where, after a few minutes' lively con­ versation, they were given cards deco­ rated with tiny photographs of the house in which the party was given, with pencils attached. Their attention was then called to the numbered photographs tacked tip on the wall, each representing some well known book. The titles were to be written opposite the number on the card corresponding to that of the photograph. In one or two Instances, where the hook title was not widely known, the name of the author was printed on the card. Miss Alcott's "Little Women," "Lit­ tle Men" and "Old-fashioned Girl;" Seton Thompson's "Wild Animals I Have Known," and Holmes' "Over the Teacups" and "Autocrat of the Break­ fast Table" lent themselves readily to photographic Illustration. Among others were "The Masquerader" (a lady In domino and mask); "Prince (prints) of Indian;" "The Crisis" (In fudge making), and "To Have and To Hold" (a wedding). Thirty minutes were allowed for making out the list of titles. The prise for the most complete list was a handsome photograph In passepartout of a locally celebrated spot The con­ solation prize, the photo of the family cat, yawning prodigiously. Partners for supper were selected by matching kodak pictures cut < In half. The menu was written on the back of a mounted photograph of the principal public building of the city. The evening closed with fqn and flashlights. IK >1' , Mud Houses Built By Wasps. A naturalist has thus described the habits of a species of wasp that make* it's nest of mud, says the Dundee Ad­ vertiser. The mud of which their nests are composed, he said, is often carried for some distance, and it is essential for them to use good, stiff clay. At the edge of some pond or stream you may see these insects roll sticky little halls out of the stiff mud with their strong jaws. With this heavy load of mud they rise slowly, and, having gained some height, they get their bearings and fly in a straight line to their nest In this they resem­ ble the bees; Indeed, all the wasps and bees seem to have a wonderful factulty for flying directly home from any point When the wasp has gained the place selected for a building site she puts the tiny ball of mud against the wall of the building and ribs it tight by moving her head from side to side very rapidly. The outer surface of the neBt shows a series of rings, with sharply defined lines between most of them, but the interior is al- " ways extremely smooth and almost a perfect cylinder. While building her nest the insect ceotinually runs in and out of the tiny iiyUititer, examining it minutely with her "feelers." K a rough place is felt on the inner sur­ face she carefully sets to work and rubs It smooth. When the cylinder is finished the wasp goes hunting for spiders. " " Chess as a Mind Drill. ̂ When the Romans placed orer tho door of the ^emple of Janus "Ex Oriente Lux et Ludum Scacchorum" (out of the East came light and the game of chess) they spoke of the two greatest behests that the storied East had ever made to the young and ag­ gressive West--the tight of religion and the greatest mental achievement of man since he came through Eden's frowning portals. In the middle ages when the monks and abbots watched from afar the bru­ tal soldiery of Christendom swooping down like a pestilence, on the sunny plains of the South they chanted "A furore Normanorum libera nos, O Do­ minie" (from the fury of the North­ men deliver us, O God) and returned to chess--all that was left a noble soul in a vain and turbulent world. Chess is the finest mental drlllmaa- ter the world has ever known. As a mind trainer it ranks above Greek and dlalestics. r But above all Is the science of bat- tie, It is war without bloodshed, it is strife on equal terms, which all the race loves and to which from the cra­ dle to the grave all mortality is sub- • , •polling a >W«r Story. There lb a certain war twsrai Mr Boston whom we will call William Brown. He has an honorable record and is fond of relating incidents of had i the rebellion. He often tells how he Sandy's Eleventh Commandment} Bishop Brooks was at oye time in­ terested in Sandy McKensie, a well known character in and about Boston. Bandy was a pretty good fellow, but not much of a churchman. One day the bishop was taking him to task for playing cards and getting intoxicated on Sunday. "I'm afraid, Sandy," he Mid "yon don't know much about the Ten Com­ mandments." "What's the Tea Commandments?" asked Skndy. The bishop explained. "Oh, aye, nay. I dinna ken anght about the Ten Commandments," said SandS', "but I ken the Eleventh Com­ mandment richt weel." "The Eleventh Commandment," said rnj^tlOed bUhatij ^wtoy, Sandy^N^Y^-Weekly there is no Eleventh Commandment" "Ob, aye," said the imperturbable ScotchiJbi. The bishop, becoming rather curl- cus, asked: "Well, Sandy, and what Is the Eleventh Commandment?" ; "The Eleventh Commandment, ye ken," said Sandy, "is for every mum to. mind Ids ain business." '>> - • - * Quiet Missionary Work.' Literary Critic (laying down a new book)--I wish every maid, wife and mother in the country could read that took. * Able Editor--Well, run In a line to the effect that that book is one which no woman should bo allowed, to see.--• . • (t.V V got a cut on the head from the sword of a confederate cavalryman. There is a small bare place which he says was the scar of this wound. Many a time we who work in the same office with him have heard this story. Brown has a brother Charles who came Into the office the other day to make a call. Bill was at his desk writing when Charlie walked up be­ hind him and giving him a slap on the shoulder, said jocosely: "Well, Bill, I see yon still have that scar on your head where Butler's dog bit you when we were boys!" From that time one of Bill's war stories get* little credence from us. THE SPARK GOBLINS. tyhft Little Polly /Saw and Haard ' Mora the îreplace^S#:^! v"""1(tN»as a clear, col^ winter^ illl&it. The stars were like needle-points of light; over the earth lay a white snow- blanket to keep a thousand tiny crea­ tures warm. They were snugly curled up in their burrows and nests underground, while Polly was curled up In the big armchair, watching the blazing logs and the sparks that jumped out with a crackling sound and were carried up the chimney. ' The fire was burning low, and the little girl gave the biggest log a push with her foot. How the sparks flew! All but one hurried off out of sight; that one alighted on the brass knob of the right hand andiron. Stooping forward to brash It off, Polly jerked back her hand with a cry of wonder. The spark had legs and arms and wings; it was, in fact, ) Polly Was Curled Up the Big ̂ Armchalfv . a little m&llrtn that could hahiie ttood comfortably In her thimble and rest­ ed his arms on the rim. His whole wee form quivered and glowed and sparkled, while he looked up at Polly with a roguish twist of his head. "Thank yon»M said the gobltn, with a low bow. "What for?" stammered Folly. "For setting me free." aU "Were you in that log?" "O, yes, there were hundreds of us there. Most of the crowd are off --there goes one now!' he exclaimed, as an unusually large spark flew off in the rising smoke. "But how came you there?*' to- quired the little girl, hardly able to believe her ears and eyes. "Why, we often creep into the trees in the summer time, to take a nap, and the wood grows bo fast that we can't get out till the tree crumbles away, or somebody burns It. Every one of us has a story. Here is mine. "I came from Greenland, where I lived in an Eskimo hut How the Snow glistened on every side, and the bears roared, and the Northern Lights streamed up at night! "The night lasted four months, and when it was day I flew southward un­ til I reached a great pine and crept under the bark to keep warm. That was 40 years ago. All that time I have waited for freedom. "Good-by!" and av$ty he went up the chimney, after the rest. "O, dear!" began Polly, disappoint­ ed at the shortness of the story-- when Crick! Crack! and two more fiery little goblins were before her, perched on the andiron knobs. '1 came from the Tropics," began one without the least Introduction. "The . lions roared and made me tremble. Huge palms waved over my head, and one day a gray mountain crashed through the forest This was an elephant \ "A hurricane rose and blew \ me thousands of leagues northward to the great pine. Then !--" Here a strong draft puffed him off the andiron and up the chimney. "I lived in thp mines far under ground," began the other hurriedly, "where gold and silver glistened and miners worked, tick-tack, with their pickaxes all day and all night. The noise disturbed me and I found my way up through the deep shaft and> - , - flew eastward till my wings were-4 * / tangled in a tassel of the tall pin«^l^v# 'ft f Good-by!" >w" ] Crick! and his plaee was taken Sflr '!/s a glowing little fellow whose wingf . - £ fluttered impatiently while he talked ^ "My story is the shortest of ail,*r \ , • said he. "I was blown up into the * ; clouds in winter time. They held me • ^ v t; fast till I escaped on the back of ir snowflake. Whew, 1km cold it wasf '} f r ; But now I am warm!" and away b#^ Went, like a siioating star upeld#f; down. , '«,|f Crack! '1 lived la the depths of thf, sea with a mermaid. Ah, an, btrir-1>- loved her! One day a Stony and drove us apart. I saw nay i maiden no more. Ah, me!" I The speaker grew paler and FoB#*p, cried in alarm. "O, don't cry, please! % You might put yourself eot!" '*** She hastened to revive him with ^ puff of the bellows, which brightene#'ct, him up again and tolped Ma* off tt|#! join his comrades. Crick--crack--snip! It was a jovial^ little chap this time, with a Biughing: face. "My home was In Santa Clauaf workshop at the North pore," he bf>«9j| gan with a chuckle. "I had to braM^|| the doll's hair and drill the tin sol- diers till they stood bravely fit a row. * - _ I helped about the animals for the v ̂> :̂ Noah's arks. There was one polar ?£, % J~ bear who used to sit for Ms portrait ̂ ' two hours every day. It.was very'g4 hard for him to look pleasant so lone at a time. v "Last Christmas eve 1 was W- sleigh with my master. The retndOir were lively, It was so' cold, wasS' as we were skimming over a gnfct !> pine forest the off leader in the teaat < ' *• went knee deep into the top of th* r pine. As he struggled to recover MM» • t - - * self the sleigh lurched and I wap s ^ thrown--" . . , ; *r- At this point Polly's excitement wap ^ so great that her foot slipped y struck the andiron. The log brotoe !fi , and the two halves fell with a crashf * \^ that sent a whole swarm of sparks^* ^ or were they goblins?--scarrying up ; * chimney. if. *' % "Bedtime, dear!" wld a gentle « ..,v., voice. ,s(k V-'^; "O, mamma, cant I hear lost en* , * 1 more goblin--" X . *, But mamma stroked file browa , , t .," c u r l s a n d l e d h e r l i t t l e g i r l o f f n | K ^ V ^ stairs, while Polly eagerly toll mnt '•*? ^_-.'J all her wonderful adventure fcfe, tte •'5 fire.--Willis Boyd Allen, to Beato* A* , Globe. - - HEAD AND HAND*. t ° 1 - 7*3 5 & A'4 1 * M«m§al Training Placet Yftung ^ In Better Position to Cam Livelihood* • - r' So crowded have become tihe ' called "teamed professions" lie many that the universities are ering plans for reducing the of students and raiaiag the standard of those who enter. F*ofc, Conrad of the University - of. Haigo vocates the increase of tuition tea*.-.;I and the extension of financial aUk t»- : g none but the most gifted. . ^ 4 A similar condition exists in- tfcjfc '* country. Many young men professions of law, medicine Jotiuiii^ ^ ism and the ministry who'ftxr aot * ;! ^ capable of achieving euccesa ta ttaMfc. " Thus, while the professional Mrfk it* \J' deed, most of the occuiMUfoa* wtflh * \vL„; require only head-work are ovexfttIV ̂ many occupations which require th* work of both head and hand are neve*1 * I ̂ fully supplied. s There are men working at shoe* ., *4| making who earn $40 & week, aa<f ,'f • R; bricklayers and iron-workera nadf.-, • electricians and many other meehan ̂ i ics whose earnings are art larva air larger. Moreover, most of tibem ave ̂ men who had little chance for WSjjNSprff . technical education. If they had hti * y <v that chance they would he eenrtnjg even more; for there ia hardly ̂ large industry in America wt£«ii not cry constantly for trained OpS' skilled foremen and snpertntonitogto,v ,>.' '"5. Are not these things mattera WK| f young men ought to consider? asha ^ the Youth's Companion. Is it wort)* while to take $12 or #15 a weak a*#' call It a salary, rather tba» ttSer 9ft* and call it wages? la < the aoap neces sary to get your hands elaaa wwth C .v- as much as that? .»'V The opportunities to use hsai tmM , hands together are the greatest which, exist for the young man of to-day. la earnings, in health, in the opportunity J,,> to marry earlier and establiah a howa,. In independence and freedom ftaoa m worry, the advantage ia all with theifJ youth who has courage to leave tha. .ijis c r o w d e d f i e l d o f t h e p r o f e s s i o n s t o e 4 J . the free air of constructive industry,^! * » - 1 • - < ' TO MAKE A BARREL STAVE i . ***' Ancient Comic Dramatist. ^ A highly interesting discovery Is announced from Egypt M. Lefevre, one of the inspectors lp -the service of the Egyptian department of antiqui­ ties, has been fortunate enough to dis­ inter a large number of leaves of a papyrus codex of Menader, containing upwards of 1,200 lines. The publica­ tion of this most welcome discovery should enable Modern scholars for the "* « t "I V .i ' V ^ i a J , * a \ * : ' _•£ .k,.? . ' ^ ̂ § i:p * >?! - > V i vi"'® iV's.-J" I •li Boys)always find fun in making something out. of very little. It Is one secret of success In life, and a boy who knows how to turn his hand at almost anything gets more real Joy out of liv­ ing than if he nad a father with a long purse, and had nothing to do but stand round and order things done. Here, for'instance, is the barrel stave sled; you will see how it la first time to fcrm an Independent made by just studying the picture. Be judgment on the style and genius of | ̂ Ure to select stout barrel staves and ' -V . 11 4: . ^ - K . W • ' * , • W M"' . the famous comic dramatist. i «ood about three-quartera of an inoh thick for crosaq^eces and seat Fha- .*<• ten the parts together with stout wire °r ft v; nails, driven through from the bottom * \t. uy and carefully cHnched at the top» ^ 4 so that the ends will not tear tha v-' r | rider's clothes. The sled, explain* Um| 4, Boston Herald, is to be used onoritfU/ 1;', After a tew rides the runaem Witt %o ̂ ̂ found quite well polished. If yon have' t L if v a big sister in a country OOttalMi will appreciate a sled tike this as ool^ f lege girls enjoy crust coasting mach as their UttlO teroOwkilk v V*' "rA '